Crimson Comes

I didn't even know the old man's name, so I became his see-off person.

Came in for a funeral, just had a cold meal, fired a gun for 3 minutes, and helped with the filling.

It seemed strange, but Wei Wei felt that something had affected him.

……

……

First sent Ye Feifei and Xiao Lin back to the base, then Wei Weiliu got off work and returned to his home.

When he pushed the door open, a cold breath came over his face.

Wei Wei was slightly surprised, and immediately saw that the glass bottle he had placed on the window sill had its stopper knocked over at some point.

Looking up, I saw a ghostly lady twenty centimeters above the ground, floating lightly in the room.

Stretching his head, he blew out the dust from the window sill and corners with his mouth.

piled together and spilled out of the window.

The whole room was bright red and spotlessly clean, even creating an uncomfortable feeling of being too clean.

"what?"

Wei Wei was a little surprised: "Is he still so clean after he's dead?"

While thinking, he entered the room with his shoes on, let out a long sigh of relief, and sat on the sofa.

The ghost lady by the window suddenly looked at him with a cold expression.

"Ghosts seem to have a strong sense of territory..."

Wei Wei thought to himself: "Does she regard my house as her own territory?"

As the instinct to respect creatures, even undead creatures.

So Wei Wei didn't mind, he just took off his shoes, kicked them to the ground next to him, and took out his packed lunch.

There seemed to be an extremely uncomfortable expression on the ghost lady's lifeless face.

He stared at the shoes that Wei Wei threw aside, as if looking at an enemy.

Wei Wei ignored her, and just started to concentrate on enjoying the super large pork ribs and rice, served with fried spicy mustard shreds.

To be honest, he still likes the kind of funeral that blows the trumpet and the whole village celebrates.

Now this kind of food is not easy to get full.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew around, and the ghost lady sat gracefully on the other end of the sofa, looking at the pork ribs and rice, her eyes showed nostalgia, then she raised her head slightly, with an intoxicated expression , as if enjoying delicious food.

"what?"

Wei Wei was amazed when he saw her act like eating.

Naturally, ghosts don’t need to eat, unless they are blessed with special demonic power, they can make the appearance of eating, but the spiritual body cannot perform complex physical behaviors such as eating, but because she is a spiritual body, she only needs to see with her eyes. After realizing that the spiritual body undergoes corresponding changes, it can also enjoy the long-lost dining pleasure in its remaining spiritual world...

What she did to Wei Wei now was such behavior.

And it seems that the dining etiquette is quite standard...

only……

I bought it back to experiment with new abilities, what is she supposed to do, come here to live with me?

"Forget it, eat it if you want to eat it."

Wei Wei sighed, and pushed the spicy fried mustard shreds towards her.

Anyway, unlike folklore, things that have been used by ghosts will lose their taste... That's unscientific.

After a full meal, Wei Wei always felt a little tired. The feeling of fullness made him feel lazy, so he pushed the lunch box onto the coffee table, raised his legs, and fell comfortably on the sofa, and then sat down contentedly. He lit a cigarette and stared blankly at the ceiling.

The lady ghost glanced at the bedroom inside and expressed her dissatisfaction with Wei Wei's behavior.

Glancing at the lunch box on the coffee table, he expressed even more dissatisfaction with Wei Wei.

It seemed difficult for her to accept Wei Wei's habit of not going back to sleep in the bedroom, and it was even more difficult for her to accept his habit of not clearing the table.

But Wei Wei has always liked to sleep curled up on this small sofa, since he moved in here, so he didn't plan to talk to her at all, until the ghost lady was getting more and more angry. The face that has become incomplete, with many features of the dead, gradually accumulated a creepy hostility, and suddenly, it floated fiercely towards Wei Wei.

Wei Wei exhaled smoke, raised his hand to wipe the sickle hanging on the wall, and blood gushed out from the wound.

"Ba chi..."

The ghostly lady knelt in front of the sofa, grabbed Wei Wei's palm, and started tapping.

The world is quiet...

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……

Wei Weijiang smoked half a cigarette and threw it into the residual soup, only to feel his eyelids astringent.

After returning from the funeral, some strange emotions had been surging in his heart, and the scene of the funeral had been replaying in his mind.

Scarlet's power is inextricably linked to "death".

Even in the training camp, someone tried to index and prove that scarlet is actually a branch of death demon.

In any case, because of the existence of this core, Wei Wei is no stranger to "death", especially the matter of sending people to death. He also knows that the power of scarlet is always accompanied by the appearance of various deaths. Deeper and more exotic changes will be produced.

But now, I seem to see a kind of death that I haven't seen before.

"I hope that the instructor didn't believe in the wrong person..."

In his ears, the words that the tall slender girl said to him flashed past again.

In front of him, scenes began to appear. It was the old man in the cage, looking at himself and smiling at the last moment...

The scarlet power became active, and the mysterious ravings echoed in the deep dream.

Blood covered the soles of his feet. Wei Wei walked in the sea of ​​blood, and saw the fourth execution frame in front of him, which had become clear.

Above, the giant who was hung on the rack opened his eyes dimly.

Vaguely, deeply and mysteriously looking at himself.

……

"call……"

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Wei suddenly woke up groggy, feeling that the world around him seemed unreal.

Outside, it was already dark.

He suddenly felt extremely exhausted all over his body, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and it turned out to be faintly hot.

"I am sick?"

Chapter 98 Type [-] Hazards

His forehead was a little hot, his limbs were weak, and his spirits were low.

Well, it is indeed a cold symptom.

Wei Wei lay on the sofa, thinking idly, when was the last time he got sick?

Oh, is it in the orphanage, or the medicine given by Father An.

After leaving the orphanage, I dare not get sick again, because I have younger brothers and sisters to take care of and feed them, so I keep looking for food, and I have to be vigilant to prevent them from being in danger. Although, I still failed in the end... …

After entering the training camp, I dare not get sick, because if I get sick, I will fail, and if I fail, I will die.

Unexpectedly, now that I have returned to the scrap iron city, I am actually sick...

He felt a little funny, shook his drowsy head, reached out to touch his shoes, but found nothing.

Looking down, I found that the shoes had been brought to the door and neatly placed into a pair.

The lunch box on the coffee table has also been blown into the trash can next to it, but it fell out of place.

The ghostly lady, squatting next to the trash can, puffed up her cheeks and wanted to blow the lunch box in again.

Seeing Wei Wei wake up, she immediately stood up straight again.

Looking at him seriously.

"So she's the one who threw my shoes that far?"

Wei Wei stroked his forehead.

The ghost has no ability to touch the entity, unless she covers her with scarlet power, so she has been blowing hard, blowing hard, straightening the crooked shoes When I got up, it was still so neatly arranged, and I blew the lunch box on the coffee table into the trash can, and even tried to blow the lunch box hanging on the edge of the trash can into it again...

...How obsessed with cleaning is this?

...Is it because she keeps bragging that she is sick?

……

Reluctantly got up, picked up the lunch box and threw it into the trash can, then went to the door and picked up the shoes.

Looking at it now, the whole room is much cleaner than before going to bed.

Even the head pendant with half of its hair removed, the hair on that half was blown neatly.

"Ugh……"

Wei Wei glanced at the head pendant sympathetically, put on his shoes, tied his gun pouch, and prepared to go out.

At this time, the ghostly lady floated to the door and stood in front of him, looking at him with a fixed expression.

Wei Wei followed her gaze and saw that she was staring at the trash can that was about to overflow.

Reluctantly rubbing his forehead, he turned around and picked up the garbage bag, and the ghostly lady obediently stepped aside.

Hands clasped in front of the lower abdomen, as if sending away a guest.

Wei Wei, who was still considering whether to put her in the bottle again, hesitated for a while or gave up.

She seems to like it here.

She probably won't leave even if she leaves, so don't worry about her escaping.

It's normal to raise a ghost to watch the house, right?

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Thinking about these questions in a daze, he went downstairs listlessly, threw out the trash, and drove to the base.

Along the way, I just felt dizzy, my brain was groggy, and I had no strength at all.

While waiting for the bus at the intersection, Wei Wei felt a tightness in his chest, and suddenly he couldn't control himself and coughed.

"Cough cough!"

Just as the cough stopped, a cough suddenly sounded next to him.

Wei Wei turned his head and saw that it was a woman in a small car next to her. She kept pulling out tissues to cover her mouth.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly there was another coughing sound on the other side. It was a man riding a motorcycle, coughing and beating his chest.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Suddenly there was a coughing sound in front of them, it was a sidewalk citizen who was crossing the road.

They covered their mouths and coughed non-stop.

The sound of coughing was like a tidal wave, rushing towards the surrounding crowd without stopping.

"Ok?"

Wei Wei suddenly woke up and turned his head to look around.

He saw listless faces. The people walking on the sidewalk looked listless. The owner of the food stall sitting next to him was yawning lazily, and the traffic policeman was standing in the middle of the road directing traffic. , and sneezed several times in a row, the pharmacy in front, people who bought medicines were lining up in a long line, someone walked and bumped into a telephone pole in a trance, and there was no one around laughing and clapping their hands.

This city, which is usually remote but full of life, seems to be covered by a gloomy and gloomy color now.

Wei Wei suddenly realized something, and immediately picked up the phone.

But before he could dial out the number, the caller ID of a "coquettish old goat" was already displayed on the screen.